I think we need to finally take this offline ...

Before she could respond to my last message, I sent her another.

Subject: Your Date

I can guarantee that it’s going to be another disappointment. I personally think you should cancel it so you can save yourself some wasted time.

**D-DOCTOR

Subject: Re: Your Date

And I can guarantee that it won’t be. He’s an 80% match. Eighty percent. Not only that, but I’ve attached screenshots of some of his most recent messages to me.

Read and learn how to talk dirty, “Doctor”. Read and learn ...

**JerseyGirl7

I managed to read one message — the “I’m totally going to lick and slurp your wet pussy, and I can’t wait for you to see my cock. It’s the size of a sausage,” —before rolling my eyes.

Subject: Re: Re: Your Date

Would you like to bet?

PS — No man should ever compare his cock to a sausage. You can do better ... Much better.

**D-DOCTOR

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Your Date

Absolutely. What do I get when I win?

PS — You’re just jealous your cock isn’t big enough to be talked about ...

**JerseyGirl7

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Your Date

You mean, when you lose. And when that happens, I want a phone call.

We can renegotiate if you win, but I’m pretty confident we won’t need to.

PS — Would you like me to send you a picture of it, then? I highly doubt it can fit into one frame, so I’ll have to send you two ...

**D-DOCTOR

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Your Date

A phone call? That’s it? You’re on.

I’ll take the same thing as a “prize” actually, so I can rub my night in your face.

PS — As tempting as that sounds ... we agreed to no pictures, ever. Remember?

**JerseyGirl7

Subject: No Pictures

We did agree to no pictures, but we previously agreed that you would stop telling me how badly you wanted someone to bend you over a chair and fuck you breathless, and yet, that’s all we talked about last night ...

Answer the question. Is that a yes or a no to me sending the pictures to you? I think my cock would fit perfectly inside your smart-ass mouth ...

**D-DOCTOR

JerseyGirl7 has logged off ...

THE RESIDENT

New York, New York

Natalie

I blushed as I reread D-DOCTOR’s most recent messages the next day, rolling my eyes at his offer to send me a picture of his cock, even though I’d almost said yes.

Why didn’t I say yes?

Smiling, I decided I would deal with him later today. I had an emergency meeting and a date to get through first.

As my cab pulled up to the curb of Manhattan Medical, I handed the driver a ten-dollar bill and pulled the hood of my raincoat over my head. I rushed across the sidewalk and the emergency turnaround, excited about what today’s sudden meeting with the chief meant for my career.

All this week, I couldn’t help but overhear my peers gushing about how the chief was offering additional bonus packages to certain interns and residents. As hard as I worked, I knew I was definitely deserving of one of them, too.

Taking the elevator up to the top floor, I took a deep breath and knocked on the chief’s door.

“Come in, come in!” he said, his voice calm and welcoming, as always.

“Good morning, Chief Tomlin.”

“Good morning, Dr. Madison.” He smiled. “Thank you for coming in to meet with me on your day off, and on such short notice.”

“My pleasure, sir.”

He motioned for me to take a seat, and I tried my best not to look too excited.

Yes, I will happily accept the thousand-dollar bonus ... Yes, I will happily accept the thousand-dollar bonus ...

“Dr. Madison, I called you in here today because I have some good news and some bad news.” His sudden shift in tone caught me off guard. “Which one do you want first?”

“The good news.”

“Alright. Well, the good news is that you are a phenomenal intern, and I do mean phenomenal. Your professionalism, punctuality, and enthusiasm for our patients here are among some of the best I’ve ever seen. You’ve demonstrated a high proficiency for diagnosis and I have no doubt that you’ll make a phenomenal doctor in your desired specialty after you complete your residency.”

“I appreciate the compliments, Chief Tomlin.” I started to say the words ‘thank you,” but I hesitated. I needed to hear the ‘bad news’ first.

“The bad news is ...” He took of his reading glasses and ran his hand through his grey hair. “Unfortunately, we have to rescind our offer for you to join our residency program here.”

“What?”

“We accidentally accepted ten too many applicants for our budget, so we decided to randomly draw names to choose which offers we have to rescind. Seven was your number, I’m sorry.”

I bit my tongue, preventing myself from screaming “What. The. Fuck!” This was my future he was talking about, and he was sitting there cleaning his eyeglasses, acting as if this conversation was about something as simple as a new uniform policy. As if I hadn’t already planned the next few years of my life around completing a residency here at Manhattan Medical.

“Dr. Madison, I completely understand that this timing may be terrible —”

“Terrible? It’s weeks from when I’m due to start.” I seethed. “This has to be illegal.”




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